As the moon hung high in the night sky, casting a radiant glow upon the forest, Draven was being pursued by shadow stalkers. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy of trees, creating an ethereal atmosphere that heightened the tension in the air.
Despite Draven's injured and bleeding legs, he dashed through the thick underbrush, each stride causing intense pain akin to walking on hot coals due to his wounded and searing leg. Throughout the entire day, he had searched for Rhea, only to fall in the hands of the shadow stalkers.
Shadows danced and flickered around him, adding an eerie element to the chase. The rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl served as a haunting soundtrack to his desperate escape.
The shadow stalkers, relentless in their pursuit, seemed to blend seamlessly into the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an unholy light, piercing through the shadows as they closed in on their prey.
